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Hell For Noora

Hell for noora

"Hello, miss noora. Welcome to your hell!"

Noora immediately gave her her eyes, and she realized that her hands were tied.

"What the fuck, let me go!"

The woman tried to rebel in order to loosen the knot in her hand, but the more she rebelled, the more the knot in her hand seemed to grow even tighter.

"Awh., "he said.

Lord vilante raised one corner of his lips and laughed disrespectfully to see how noora's attempt to break free, only to inflict further injury on her own hand.

"Hey, you! What do you mean all this, let me go!" he cried at the very sight of Marco vilante.

"Never, have I told you that you are in your hell?" said Mr. Vilante.

"I have no problem with you, no reason to arrest me and treat me like this." noora replied.

She truly did not know who the man was in front of her, so she courageously raised her voice before him, if only noora had known that he was a powerful mob leader in the city of brooklyn.

"You have no faults with me, miss. But you have
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